Subject: A Four-Layer Morning
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-102.s39.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Sun Jan 10, 1999 at 8:42AM

A Four-Layer Morning


It's a four-layer morning ...
The kind that keels the awnings
From the weight of the ice
... So heavy, there's a price

For once all that ice thaws into ground
Those poles will crumble - no longer sound
And all the top-panels they supported ...
Will slide away - completely thwarted

It's a four-layer morning
And the walking's a scorning ...
Climbing the hill's like scaling Everest
Worse ... if you're not properly dressed

For the cold, combined with the exertion
Takes over your mind, and the excursion
Infiltrates your lungs, causing congealing
Making you feel sick, instead of healing

It's a four-layer morning
And the extreme cold dawning
Makes you rush back inside
For more garments to slide

Over your head and up legs
... All those extras on the pegs
The extra heavy, baggy sweats
The hooded tops with no outlets

Except what you need to
Stick the head and arms thru
And even those you double
Believe me, it's worth the trouble!!!

- Tristram

Christopher W. Thomas
7:52am Sunday, Jan. 10th, 1999